Lin Yuezhen watched them with a grin, then quickly handed a dry towel to Li Xiangyang to wipe his face. While he was distracted, she shot another glare at Lin Lan before going inside to boil some ginger tea.
Just then, Yang Liying rushed back. She paused when she saw Li Xiangyang. "Xiangyang, you're here! This storm is incredible. It almost blew me away."
"I know, right? Luckily, I ran into Xiangyang, and he helped me ride the bike back." Lin Lan helped her put her things down. "I'll get you some of my clothes to change into. Drink some ginger tea to warm up."
Little Douzi looked at himself, then at Li Xiangyang. "Uncle Xiangyang's clothes are wet too. What if he catches a cold because he has nothing to change into?"
"Uncle is going to Great-grandma's house to change into Youngest Uncle's clothes." Li Xiangyang ruffled his hair and walked out into the misty rain.
Lin Lan watched his retreating back, her mouth opened, but she said nothing.
